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i wish i could be a Buddhist and beieve that emotions are just illusions caused by attachment. however, i'm not that evolved.

Well you just need to resist the urge to go all killdozer in your Suburban.

Baby steps.

I've been listening to this in my Honda Accord

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HnHOg0IZXCk[/youtube]

and sorry for being all dickish jfrey, I'm just all mixed up inside right now.

Best thing for any of this shit:

Turn off your internet. It kills your mind, body, and soul.


C

CBA wrote:Best thing for any of this shit:

Turn off your internet. It kills your mind, body, and soul.

C

fucking THIS goddammit
turn up your amp to heal it
hours on the internet makes me feel like shit

well, now i'm in deep shit. my cousin, who i've been staying with, can be a really domineering asshole. he got in my face today for the third time in threedays, i'd had enough, and so i called the sheriffs. so now he wants me out sooner rather than later. and i'm equally desperate to get out...i've come to despise him for his obnoxious and ignorant ways and his tendency to go postal over minor issues. but now i have to find somewhere to live with no money or job. i wish Hangar 18 was still there...i could sleep on the floor.

I think I mentioned this on here before, but I work as a crisis counselor and do suicide prevention via the phone.

I just had a fucking prank call, and even though I was able to tell it was a prank really quickly, hearing "I just swallowed a whole bunch of medicine" when I pick up the phone is scary as shit. I can still feel it in my stomach. I could hear fuckers in the background laughing and the caller played dumb like they didn't know what I was talking about, they weren't upset or despondent or anything. Ugh. Stupid assholes.

that really, really sucks.

i didn't even MENTION the auto accident i was in today, where i backed the enormous/lifted Suburban into a car behind me who was sitting right on my bumper, utterly invisible. the only way i avoided deep shit was that when we went to the cop shop to fill out a report since i don't have insurance, the cop informed the collide-ee that since HE didn't have insurance EITHER, if we filed a report each of us would get a $400 ticket. homey didn't want the ticket, so we split.

after that i STILL had to go to the local DMV to get a state ID, without which i cannot get medical carte from the county hospital. another joyous hour with the bureaucracy, and another official picture of me with wattles under my chin and that heartbroken look on my face.

and i was SO happy when the majority of my posts were no longer in this thread. fucking phooey.

dubkitty wrote:i wish i could be a Buddhist and beieve that emotions are just illusions caused by attachment. however, i'm not that evolved.

This is true though. I had similar thoughts about not being evolved enough to become unattached about 10 years ago. It just takes work and time

CBA wrote:Best thing for any of this shit:

Turn off your internet. It kills your mind, body, and soul.


C

I guess I'd rather be knowledgeable, connected and depressed rather than ignorant, dumb and happy.

I just don't dig the whole "Go live in the natural worlds and you'll magically become better" Thoreau kind of thing. People being out of contact from other people seems more unhealthy in the long run no matter how much you (in the general sense) Travis Bickle at me. I thrive in the filth and dischord of society, gives me something to cling to y'know.

snipelfritz wrote:

CBA wrote:Best thing for any of this shit:

Turn off your internet. It kills your mind, body, and soul.


C

I guess I'd rather be knowledgeable, connected and depressed rather than ignorant, dumb and happy.

That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard.

I'm out. Not coming back to this thread.


C

She left me tonight.

I don't have enough left in me. I'm so tired.

i'm about three inches from the end of my rope myself, so i sympathise greatly.

This thread is so serious now...I just wanted to complain about solder smoke always floating directly into my face

well, that qualifies as "mild irritation."